It might be true that everyone in the world has ‘the one that got away’. It might also be true that we think about them often, wondering what could have been, wishing things turned out differently, so you could stay together. It might also be true that this ‘first love’ is nothing more than a nail not stepped on! Who knows if it would have worked? It is also true that sometimes your paths cross again, and all those feelings cause a sudden rush of emotion that elevates your soul and makes life beautiful again. When you realize they feel the same, you suddenly find yourself in heaven’s waiting room, breathless with anticipation. A second chance! Another go! Love rekindled, ready to burn!

Heartfelt, all-consuming romantic love makes life delicious,
and when it's also first love, it's perfectly propitious!
Like many things 'first', this love burns passionately,
consuming hearts ravenously and discarding any remains casually.

Few survive first love’s burn without scorn and spurn,
then carefully seek another turn with what they think they’ve learned.
Sadly, some settle for something simpler and soothing,
still musing about first love’s bruising that tainted their choosing.

This often results in consolation that becomes the final station,
their lives consumed by obligation and their chosen vocation.
Life becomes bland, like British food prepared with an expert hand.
Such a life cannot stand, no matter how well planned, it is fundamentally damned.

In the end, often first love is remembered, and its good times pined for and cherished,
knowing that a loveless union is like hell after your soul has perished.
A chance at rekindling that first love must be incredibly heavenly,
becoming the last love that inevitably, ideally, without jealousy, 
remedy your soul, leaving your mind floating breathlessly.

Fiction this is not, this thing happens a lot,
because nothing can stop those who are tied with a knot,
forever connected by first love’s twain,
from finding each other eventually again.